Resident Evil Helena Harper Novels & Stories

She rushed forward, skirts dragging, knees slamming onto the floor beside Liora as she gathered her daughter into trembling arms. “What have you people done?!” Helena screamed, her voice breaking into hysteria. “What the fuck have you done to my precious daughter?!” Her hands shook as she cupped Liora’s face, brushing damp hair away from her forehead, searching desperately for signs of life. Her fingers pressed against Liora’s neck...then froze. A pulse. It was weak, but it was there. “Oh thank the Moon,” Helena sobbed, tears spilling freely now. She shook Liora gently. “Baby… baby, open your eyes.”

“But whether she’s dead or alive, things that she heard won’t be enough to do anything to us anyway! “At this point, there’s no need to go against Selena for such an insignificant person. There’s no need for us to explain the situation either. “Selena’s been muddle-headed all these years. She might not even trust Helena’s words. “As long as we get past Grandma York’s birthday, everything will be set in stone when I’m officially under Selena’s charge. “As for Harvey being there at such a perfect timing, I doubt he’ll be able to use her for anything anyway. “Helena’s just a crazy b*tch that only know how to pity herself. “She’s not dead only because I can still use her. “Who said that I was ev

“It’s just that, you assuming that you will need another sparring partner is ridiculous. Aiden would be back before tomorrow’s sun peaks through the blinds of the night!” “Davies is right. You don’t have to be concerned about that. My brother is like a cockroach. His injuries never stay on him for long. He would be back and about in no time, and you would find yourself wishing that he was injured.” Jack added, wit Davies chuckling at the other end. “Instead, what you should be worrying about, is the fact that Helena seems to like you,” Davies suddenly stopped laughing. His expression which had been relaxed and lazy was now stern and severe. His eyes glinted with a ferocious light as he recal

No one noticed me. I found the hallway. The door. The sign that said AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY. Earl had stood here, his hand on the door, listening. He'd known something. He'd seen something. And now he was dead. I turned to leave. And walked right into Helena Vance. She was taller up close. Blonde hair, cold eyes, the same perfect smile that had never reached her face. She was wearing a lab coat, and her hands were tucked into the pockets. "Nova," she said. "Funny running into you here. Again.”

As she strode out leaving the center room toward the tactical helicopter pad in the mansion's west wing, Helga's mind was filled with a thick biological adrenaline. The second night in Neophile City had arrived, bringing a thicker darkness mixed with the pungent smell of gunpowder from the lower district. However, standing under the shadow of the tall-standing Wilder dynasty, with a sense of pure belonging from Zean burning inside her chest, Helga Novalie no longer had room for fear. She was the hunter, and tonight, inside the bloody labyrinth of the Southern Sector, the pit viper Eleanor Novalie would face her final judgment at the hands of the little lion who had found her true fangs.

Somewhere unknown, or maybe it was known, but the lady standing had no idea where she was. Her memories seem to be distorted, as the only thing she could remember was attending her mother's funeral two years ago. Hailey woke up to find herself under a bridge, her skin was clammy and cold. How did she end up here? She was no longer aware of the memories that brought her to trouble. She had kept on walking hoping to find help. But everyone she came across doesn't seem to know who she was.

“By the time I finally understood how far everything had gone, innocent children were already suffering because of us.” His fingers tightened slightly around the edge of the blanket. “We spent years believing the shifters were monsters,” he said quietly. “But looking back now, I realize it was us who became monstrous instead.” The room fell silent again. Then Rafael looked back toward Zane. “If Helena is still involved with the agency, you must approach her carefully.” Rafael let out a tired breath. “Helena is brilliant. Patient. Calculating.” His voice lowered carefully. “She studies people before she moves against them, and by the time you realize she’s targeting you, she’s already prepare

"Explain what exactly, Derek? Which lie would you like to start with?" "I love you!" he cried desperately. "Everything I did was a mistake! Please forgive me!" My laugh was sharp and bitter. "Forgive you? What about my child?" Derek's face scrunched in confusion. "What child? Scarlett, what are you talking about?" The hall fell silent, waiting for my response. I pressed the remote again. This video was different. Darker. More brutal. I accidentally discovered this video in Victoria's study, and only then did I realize that the attack was orchestrated by her using rogue wolves.

She folded her arms across her chest and looked up towards the moon, her multicolored eyes glowing. "Shouldn't I be in our chamber? He might be looking for me" she thought aloud. Her heart began to race as she rose to her feet. She was already imagining all the things Yuka would do to her tonight. She looked forward to it. "Hazel Capellan Spiers" a raspy voice said from behind her. Hazel turned around with a start, her eyes widening when she saw a demon standing there. His left arm had been severed and he looked weak. She prepared to take him on but his next statement stopped her.

I created a monster to ruin her. Now he’s ruining me. **** Helena spent her nights writing savage Alphas who dominated, punished, and shattered their women. One car crash later, she died, and woke up trapped in the body of Azalea, the pure 18-year-old princess she had written to be broken. Her fictional story became real as King Valdman Wolverton came for her. Scarred by years of torture, this ruthless werewolf king slaughtered Azalea’s entire family in front of her eyes and dragged her away in chains. He doesn’t want a quick death. He wants her to bleed for every sin her father committed; slowly, brutally, and completely. Helena feels every second of it: every painful lash and every cr